Chapter 407

What virtue or ability do I have, to merit such divine and demonic beings turning against me?

What have I done wrong? I merely wanted to heal my wound, seek revenge, and save my daughter—was that so wrong?

The light grew ever brighter, and the Dao resonance grew ever denser.

In the depths of the cosmos, a faint voice of the Great Dao slowly sounded.

"I can't wait any longer—if I do, I'll die here…"

Looking at the Spirit Mirror nearby, Yin Zhong was filled with bitter resentment.

But he knew that if this immense power fully unleashed, he would have no chance of survival.

"I will reclaim the Spirit Mirror and slaughter every last member of the Tong clan…"

With one deep look, Yin Zhong summoned all his strength, ready to flee the Water-Moon Grotto.

But the Sword Jade had already bloomed—how could he escape when he was not meant to?

The massive black dragon, now writhed like an eel, desperately struggling to escape death.

Yet Ximen Wudi's sword intent and Dao resonance granted him not a single opening.

"Too late? Am I truly going to die here?"

Yin Zhong's heart brimmed with regret and bitter resentment.

If only I had known, I should have done as I did when I first met Senior Dugu Qiubai and the others—ignored them entirely.

Too bad—there are no pills for regret.

Just as the black dragon was about to perish, a colossal hand tore open a rift in the sky.

The next instant, endless spatial chaos spilled forth.

"I'm saved."

Yin Zhong was overjoyed—he saw the spatial chaos disrupting the Dao resonance, easing the pressure.

Ignoring how the Dao's power nearly stripped the scales from his body, he fought with his last strength toward the gap.

He plunged headfirst into the spatial chaos.

Once Yin Zhong entered, the giant hand vanished, and all returned to how it was before.

After the Dao's power fully unleashed, it too gradually faded away.

Only the Sword Jade shattered into powder and dispersed into the air.

"Third Dragon Head, what was that just now…?"

Senior Dugu Jian was stunned beyond words.

The Sword Jade's Dao resonance, upon its first bloom, had driven the Purple Robe Leader and Xiong Ba into retreat, grievously wounded.

This bloom had directly pushed Yin Zhong, a Mythic-stage cultivator, to the brink of death.

Yet now, some unknown being had, beneath this terrifying Dao pressure,

Simply torn open the space of the Water-Moon Grotto and rescued Yin Zhong!

"I don't know…"

Senior Dugu Qiubai smiled bitterly—his name was truly ill-timed.

Not being able to match Second Dragon Head was fine; even accepting guidance from Great Dragon Head was acceptable.

But that figure who just appeared—if he's a single person, his strength must be earth-shattering.

I wonder if he could even stand against Great Dragon Head!

"I think he's likely just one person."

Zhang Daoling also sighed.

"But his strength is surely far beyond ours—though whether he can match Great Dragon Head? Hmm, that's hard to say."

"Why?"

Senior Dugu Jian devoted himself solely to the Sword Dao—he knew nothing of worldly affairs.

"Think: if he feared nothing of Great Dragon Head, why hide his face? Why not simply erase us outright?"

Zhang Daoling stroked his beard with a smile, deeply proud to have Great Dragon Head as his patron.

"Exactly!"

Senior Dugu Jian also exhaled in relief—the giant hand had been terrifying, but compared to Great Dragon Head, it meant nothing.

"Enough. Since Yin Zhong escaped, forget him."

"Our mission is to seize the Water-Moon Grotto and the Dragon-Transformation technique."

"The Spirit Mirror is right before us, and as for the Dragon-Transformation technique—this kid knows it too."

"Take the Spirit Mirror and bring this boy back."

Senior Dugu Qiubai's resolve hardened once more—he had Great Dragon Head's guidance; he would surely catch up to the master of that giant hand!

245 Either submit, or die

In the Demonic Sect Secret Realm of the Great Sui.

"Zhu Yuyan, I hear Shang Xiufang is closely connected to you?"

After the Hundred Flowers List was announced, even the fallen Demonic Sect immediately investigated Shang Xiufang.

Xie Tiao discovered this woman had intricate ties to Yin Hou Zhu Yuyan and immediately ordered Zhu Yuyan brought before him.

Zhu Yuyan's face had turned pale the moment she saw Shang Xiufang on the list—she had long foreseen she'd be summoned.

She just hadn't expected it to come so soon.

"My Lord, I do know Shang Xiufang, but 'closely connected' is too strong a phrase."

"Moreover, I truly don't know where she is now…"

"Oh? Really?"

With Cang Qu absent, the Mingmo Sect looked to Xie Tiao as its leader.

Nowadays, all the major factions and experts keep emerging one after another.

The Mingmo Sect, which once shook the great Sui with its might, was now declining more and more.

Shang Xiufang could truly be called one of the keys to changing the Mingmo Sect.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to get his hands on her.

"Sophistry…"

Xie Tiao didn't even think, and directly released the "Demon Seed"!

The Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Art was to use one's own essence, true qi, spiritual power, and so on to nourish the "Demon Seed."

Forming an alternative "Demon Embryo," then stimulating the "Demon Seed" to grow with all kinds of emotions.

The Demon Seed was both the entirety of the cultivator and an alternative embodiment of essence, qi, and spirit.

Once the Demon Seed was released, anyone whose cultivation was insufficient or whose spiritual power was weak would be eroded by it.

As long as the cultivator was willing, he could use the Demon Seed to control others.

Though the "Yin Empress" Zhu Yuanyan had a great reputation, it still depended on who she was compared against.

Xie Tiao was an expert ranked thirtieth on the Nine Realms Heavenly Dao Golden List; the gap between her and him was almost the difference between an ant and a giant.

The moment the Demon Seed appeared, Xie Tiao gently urged it forward.

Before Zhu Yuanyan could even react, her whole person became dazed and blank, her mind instantly losing its guard.

"Wanting to deceive the heavens and cross the sea — dream on."

Xie Tiao smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, secretly thinking Zhu Yuanyan was overestimating herself.

Just as he was about to further search Zhu Yuanyan's memories to find where Shang Xiufang was.

"Not good…"

Outside the secret realm, an old man with a withered, thin frame — three parts like a man, seven parts even more like a woman — darted in with a ghost-like figure.

"What is it?"

Xie Tiao was not hindered in the slightest, continuing to intensify his search of Zhu Yuanyan's memories.

"Evil Lord, someone outside has broken in and is calling you out by name to meet him."

"A bunch of trash, can't even stop a single person…"

Xie Tiao was furious, just about to curse harshly.

"Boom—"

He saw the secret realm blasted open directly, with several dozen Mingmo Sect disciples rolling on the ground, wailing continuously.

"Xie Tiao, how long are you going to be a shrinking turtle?"